It should be awkward, being around you

Considering I know you like me, and I don’t know what I feel

But it’s kind of nice, when you put your arms around me

To be touched for once and not treated like an outcast

I’m not sure how I’m supposed to feel, and my trust is gone

I don’t trust men after what happened to me

But when Sydney told you this, you shrugged

You said “But I can try to woo her, can’t I?”

Its kind of made me feel nice

What am I supposed to feel? I’m struggling enough

With coming out of the closet about who I really am..